Chicago Life

Archive for August, 2015

I saw him through the spaces between the slender white trunks of the birch trees. Against the mustard colored stucco and in the warm glow of the late evening sun of August. Behind a low rock wall teeming with moss at the edge of a green lawn.

He stepped delicately over stones as he moved to the chair. Thick pale legs connected a pale torso, interrupted by black briefs. And then to broad pale shoulders. With the slightest shade of pink due to the heat of the sauna from which he emerged.

The light and colors, first absorbed and then reflected by his moist skin. The masculine build softened by the glow. He sits comfortably, mostly naked, and now clean and carefree. From the distance I can sense the calm – and I wish to join him. Not to say something. Not to do anything. But just to be.

Later I’ll do the same. Then sit out back to cool off. I’ll Inhale the nearby forest. Listen to the silence. And sense everything.